Why I’m Running the New York City Marathon

On November 2nd, I’ll be running the New York City Marathon: 26.2 miles through the five boroughs of a city I love. But this race is about more than just the distance.

I’m running for my mom.
I’m running for children in Africa fighting cancer.
I’m running for the part of me that never thought this was possible.

Sixteen years ago, I lost my mom to cancer. She was strong, vibrant, and full of life, someone who found joy in staying active, being outside, and serving others. I have vivid memories of us running together through our neighborhood, always turning around after touching a “special tree” for energy to get home.

During her life, she fought cancer three separate times. Thanks to the incredible care she received, we were given more time. Time that allowed her to be there for important milestones in our family that year. Those extra moments were a gift I will always cherish.

When the cancer eventually spread to her brain, she became frail, and we had to say goodbye far too soon. That loss changed everything.

Ever since, I’ve wanted to do something meaningful to honor her and to give others the same chance at more time with the people they love. Not every story should be cut short the way hers was.

I’m also running for the children in Africa fighting cancer.

I’m partnering with Shoe4Africa to raise funds for the first children’s cancer hospital in sub-Saharan Africa. In Kenya and other nearby countries, children diagnosed with cancer often have no access to treatment. For too many families, there is no hope, no care, and no chance. This hospital will change that, offering treatment that can save lives and create the possibility of more milestones, more birthdays, and more moments that matter.

Finally, I’m running for myself.

I’ve never considered myself a runner. In fact, I used to avoid it at all costs. Over the last two years I’ve watched friends and strangers cross the finish line of this marathon with smiles, tears, and shouts of joy. I’ve stood in the crowd and felt something stir inside me. I knew I had to do it too.

This marathon will be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But every step is for something greater.

Will you join me?

Your donation will help build a hospital that could save thousands of lives. Every dollar makes a difference. Every child deserves a chance.

Thank you for your support and for cheering me on every step of the way.

With gratitude,
Spencer